Chapter 393: Chapter 369: The True Master of the Holy Mountain

A long road stretched from darkness into light.

As the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, Dawn Miles boarded a private vessel, carrying a silver case with Ditto Miles.

"We meet again, Miss Sinclair."

Mrs. M was seated on a leather sofa. She raised a slender arm, lifting the wine glass in her hand in a toast to Dawn.

Dawn Miles gave her a nod and asked coolly, "Where is my room?"

"Don’t you want to chat?" Mrs. M took a sip of red wine, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Dawn.

’Her sapphire-blue eyes are beautiful,’ Dawn thought. ’Just like Elias Lennox’s.’

Dawn paused for a second, studying her. "What do you want to talk about?"

"How about we discuss something you’re interested in?"

Mrs. M had someone pour Dawn a glass of red wine and bring over several plates of fruit, settling in as if for a long chat.

"Can you turn off your robot?"

Dawn glanced at the case in her hand and said calmly, "Ditto Miles, hibernate."

"Yes, Master."

Listening to Ditto Miles’s voice, Mrs. M teased, "Young Lord Morgan certainly dotes on you."

Dawn didn’t reply, simply walking across to sit opposite her.

"My son is very fond of you."

Dawn remained silent, her exquisite features impassive. This clearly displeased Mrs. M.

"You’re so cold," she said, as if complaining.

"Is Elias Lennox your son?"

"Yes and no."

Confusion flickered in Dawn’s eyes. "Why?"

"Because a demon lives inside his body."

"But aren’t you the one who created that demon?"

Suddenly, a familiar male voice cut in from the side.

Elias Lennox strolled in, yawning, dressed in a black shirt with a skull design.

His voice dripped with disdain and disgust.

The moment Mrs. M saw him, her warm demeanor vanished, replaced by an icy chill. "Who gave you permission to come in here?" she said curtly.

Elias Lennox grinned, plopping down next to Dawn. He tilted his head back, his tone provocative. "Seems you’ve forgotten who owns this vessel."

The tension between them was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife.

Elias chuckled and looked away, his gaze landing on Dawn’s hair. He reached out curiously. "Who dyed your hair?"

Dawn tilted her head slightly to evade his hand and asked calmly, "Are you the Shadow Master?"

The smile on Elias’s face deepened. He nonchalantly retracted his hand and leaned back against the sofa, casually picking up a grape from the table and popping it into his mouth.

"Don’t I seem the part?"

"Your power has weakened."

Dawn noticed the fluctuations of his Power were much weaker. It was as if he had fallen from the Great Martial King Realm to the level of a Great Martial Master.

Elias glanced at the woman across from them and said mockingly,

"It’s a unique skill of the Lennox Family. Think of it like an assassin class in a video game—we look weak normally, but our Attack Power skyrockets in a burst." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Dawn nodded. A thought suddenly popped into her head, and she voiced it without thinking. "But it doesn’t last long..."

Elias choked on the spot, breaking into a fit of coughing.

"Are you really saying that to a man?" he wheezed. "You sure about that?"

Dawn shuffled back a little. "So how long can you last?" she pressed.

Elias grabbed the wine glass from the table and took two large gulps, trying to soothe the tickle in his throat.

Mrs. M, sitting opposite them, seemed to have gotten angry. "My experiment was a success," she said in a cold voice. "My son could have maintained the power of a Martial King indefinitely. But then *he* showed up and destroyed years of my work..."

Elias shot her a cold look, his voice devoid of emotion. "Well, I’m *so* sorry to hear that..."

Dawn’s gaze flickered between the two of them, her eyes filled with confusion.

She could see killing intent in the woman’s eyes.

’Aren’t they mother and son?’

’Why do they act like sworn enemies?’

Mrs. M slammed her wine glass down on the table and stood up, her face grim. "Excuse me, Dawn. We’ll talk later."

Dawn sensed that Elias’s Power was heavily suppressed. He was still smiling, but the smile was tinged with bitterness.

"What are you looking at me like that for, Junior? Want to test for yourself how long I can last?"

"Are you two souls in one body?" Dawn asked coolly.

The smile in Elias’s sapphire-blue eyes deepened. He suddenly leaned forward. "You guessed it. The scientific term for it is multiple personality disorder. You’ve met him, haven’t you, Junior?"

"The color of your eyes is different."

Elias leaned in again, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "That’s not the real way to tell us apart."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed from blue to amber, then back again.

Dawn was stunned. "Don’t they only change color when you use your power?"

"The human body holds many secrets, Junior. Just like how your eyes and hair won’t change back to normal right now."

Dawn’s gaze turned frigid...

***

「Aboard the vessel.」

The members of The Shadow didn’t restrict her freedom. She could go almost anywhere, including their temporary laboratory.

The only thing was, Mrs. M constantly asked for her blood for research.

Dawn let her draw a vial of blood.

Mrs. M was ecstatic. She and Elara Grant buried themselves in the lab every day, completely engrossed in their research.

From that first day on, Elias no longer appeared before Mrs. M. He spent his time on deck, fishing with "Centipede."

He’d recently taken up cooking and always asked Dawn to be his taste-tester, though his creations were never particularly good.

Life on the vessel was simple, yet remarkably peaceful.

Dawn sat atop the ship, feeling the sea breeze as she gazed out at the endless ocean.

Elias’s words echoed in her mind.

He had said, "The sea is a sacred place. Only out here are we just ordinary people, not fugitive assassins..."

’Perhaps, deep down, he never wanted to be an assassin.’

’Perhaps he was forced into it for some reason.’

"Rory..."

It was Elias’s other personality.

His demeanor was much gentler, and his gaze was filled with adoration for her.

To tell them apart, Dawn had decided to call the rebellious personality by his name, Elias, and this gentle one who had saved her, Senior Brother.

He rarely surfaced, and when he did, it was usually for only a short time.

Mrs. M had said this was the original personality, but ever since the other Elias had emerged, his time awake had grown shorter and shorter.

"Senior Brother."

"Rory, what happened to your meridians? I heard from Mother that they were severely injured."

"It’s nothing." Dawn clearly didn’t want to elaborate.

"Was it the people from the Holy Mountain?" Elias’s gentle face turned grave.

Dawn shook her head. "I severed them myself."

"Why?"

Dawn was silent for a moment.

"Senior Brother, what do you know about the Holy Mountain?"

At the mention of this topic, an expression of fury crossed Elias’s face.

He looked to the north, his eyes filled with hatred.

"The people of the Holy Mountain are nothing but sanctimonious hypocrites. The current Martial God is just a charlatan, a fraud who deceived the world."

"Why?"

"Do you know how one becomes a Martial God?"

A sneer touched Elias’s lips. "To become a Martial God, one must enter a place called the Hidden Realm. And that realm is located on the Holy Mountain. But the current Martial God has seized it for himself, barring anyone else from approaching."

"How do you know all this?"

Elias laughed coldly. "Because my clan was once the true master of the Holy Mountain."